By Elena Waas Let them be as stars
Envied, perfect, glowing, beautiful, Yet small and insignificant In a sky of others just the same. I’d rather be the shining sun Spreading light on those around me A comforting warmth when you need me. To have a big and burning temper At times, hidden by clouds of sadness Overwhelmed by others’ burdens, Yet never really gone, the memory of My warm presence covering them Like a blanket. To carry with me cheerful thoughts. I’d rather be blocked out at times Than constantly admired Clustered in cliques, Never lonely, Photographed, a scientist’s prized study. I’d rather be blindingly bright Than a dim glow. I’d take my place in the sky Independent I’d rather be the shining sun. By Ethan Blackburn I love to see the river freeze
Cause that’s when my dad skates with me Figure eights for eternity But this year dad couldn’t skate with me All alone on an icy sea I love to see the river freeze Wait! Someone has finally joined me A girl in skates, humming happily Figure eights for eternity Our eyes met and she smiled at me I was frozen, like the river beneath me I love to see the river freeze I blushed as she glided over to me She smirked as she held out a mitten, freely Figure eights for eternity We skated for hours, just her and me This warmth, its burning intensity I love to see the river freeze Figure eights for eternity By Francine Simbulan Before she met him
She was different She was not herself Before she met him She got hurt By people she loved Before she met him She put on a fake smile To hide the pain Before she met him She loved another Who she thought loved her After she met him Her smile brightened a room, The sun was no match to her After she met him She opened up to him Sharing things she would never normally share After she met him She would talk about him nonstop He was all she had After she met him She finally found someone Who would not hurt her After she met him When she said “I love you”, and he said it back, She finally found someone Who meant it By Emily DuBois Gilded roses thrive in the fading light
While the earth continues its Amaranthine path. Peaches bathed in chocolate Mix with sweet melodies Of the heart When I see her, When I hear her. Just as sweet, Just as pretty As cherries bouncing In the honeysuckle breeze. But when roses Bloom in the silver night, When the cherries and peaches become as Creased and soft as Grandmother’s cheek. When the melodies On the winds begin to slow, That’s when she will see me. When she will hear me. By Emily DuBois Fields of gold only I remember
Scandinavian seas that I danced in Pink satin roses that I brushed My fingers against each day, never Heeding the danger, until I felt the prick Which turned into a stab And I didn’t acknowledge it Until I saw the red That grew from my finger Like a cherry. And suddenly, The fields have withered, The sea has dried up And the roses have been whisked away On a vagabond wind, returning to her home. Leaving naught but The memories of dances danced And kisses kissed. She’s gone, leaving me with An aggrandized memory of Love Without a happy ending. By Brianna Brandle Love can’t be defined
It’s more complex than complex, so much that no adjectives could properly describe it. Love is just love. We spend so much time trying to define it, forcing it into a structure that it can’t possibly fit. And it is not the answer to all problems. Love does not equal eternal happiness. Love does not equal fulfillment. Love does not equal sanity. To simplify a complex concept, Love is simply Now, free floating, invisible to the naked eye, unable to be captured because it’s already within us. It sounds cheesy but it’s true. Look at the stars, the Moon, the sky, shining down upon you. Look at the eyes of the passerby with a friendly smile. Look at the drooping tongue of an over-excited dog, happy to see you. Look at the parted lips of the one who makes your heart race, how they curl up into a grin. Love is all of those things, and thus can’t possibly be defined! But one thing is for certain. Love is yours, even when you can’t see it. I promise you. It’s there. |
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